"Amitabha. Hero Song, since it's Perfected Zhang's 100th birthday today, why hasn't he appeared yet?”
On the huge square outside Wudang's Zhenwu Golden Hall.
A middle-aged monk wearing a kasaya and holding a Buddhist staff said with a solemn expression as he looked at Song Yuanqiao expressionlessly.
This monk was none other than Xuan Ci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple that was also a famous figure in the martial arts world of Nine Regions.
"Yes, Great Swordsman Song, Abbot Xuan Ci's words are reasonable.”
"We've been waiting here for quite some time now. Even though Perfected Zhang is a martial arts legend, we can't just not show our faces, right?”
"That's right. No matter what, we're here today to celebrate Perfected Zhang's hundredth birthday.”
“……”
As Abbot Xuan Ci spoke, more and more people in the crowd chimed in.
For a moment, the crowd outside the True Martial Golden Palace was in a frenzy.
"Damn it! Did this group of people not even care about their face? Did they look like they were here to congratulate him on his birthday?”
"Shameless! How shameless!"
"They are here to stir up trouble today. In my opinion, at most, we will have a big battle with them.”
"Humph! This was the first time he had heard of a birthday celebration without even bringing a birthday gift.”
Hearing those extremely shameless words, the Wudang Sect members were all burning with anger.
"Silence!"
Song Yuanqiao frowned and looked at the group of people in front of him. He said in a deep voice,"Everyone, my master has just come out of seclusion and will be here soon. Please wait a moment.”
Weng!
Suddenly, just as Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, a figure actually appeared beside him silently.
The moment they saw this figure, everyone from Wudang Sect was pleasantly surprised.
On the other hand, many of the experts from the various sects and factions present, as well as the heroes of the pugilistic world, narrowed their eyes and subconsciously took half a step back.
What kind of figure was this?
He was dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face. He even held a horsetail whisk in his hand. Just by standing there, he gave off a sage-like aura.
"Master, have you come out of seclusion?!”
Looking at the figure in front of him, Song Yuanqiao's expression was delighted. He hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.
"Master, congratulations on coming out of seclusion!"
"Greetings, Master!"
"Grand-disciple greets grandmaster!"
“……”
Not far away, a group of Wudang disciples bowed respectfully.
The Wudang Seven Heroes and the Wudang experts of the same generation also hurried over.
"Yes!"
Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly and smiled kindly as he looked at the Wudang members."Stand at the side."
"Yes, Master!"
All the Wudang powerhouses nodded, their faces brimming with smiles.?
Zhang Sanfeng's appearance calmed the hearts of all the Wudang members.
No matter what happened today, as long as their master (grandmaster) was around, there would definitely not be any big trouble.
After all, he was a martial arts legend, the stabilizing pillar of Wudang.
"Amitabha. This poor monk Xuan Ci greets Perfected Zhang.”
At the same time, after a brief moment of shock, Xuan Ci hurriedly bowed.
Xuan Ci might be able to put on airs in front of Song Yuanqiao, but in front of Zhang Sanfeng, he did not have the guts, nor did he have the qualifications.
"Emei is extinct. Greetings, Perfected Zhang!”
"I am Neng of Kongtong Pass. Greetings, Perfected Zhang.”
"Hua Shan Yue Buqun greets Perfected Zhang.”
"Beggar's Sect's Qiao Feng greets Perfected Zhang.”
“……”
"Yin Tianxue of the Imperial Sword Manor greets Perfected Zhang.”
"Great Sui's Dugu Clan's Dugu Ce greets Perfected Zhang.”
"I am Dugu Ming of Peerless City. Greetings, Perfected Zhang.”
“……”
"Zhu Budian of the Great Ming Dragon Guarding Mountain Villa greets Perfected Zhang.”
"Great Song's Zhuge Zhengwo greets Perfected Zhang.”
………
In just a short time, all the major sects and forces present, as well as the heroes of the martial arts world, a total of ten thousand people, bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.
At this moment, even though most of these people had ulterior motives, when Zhang Sanfeng appeared, all of them cupped their hands and bowed.
This…was the prestige of the martial arts legend, Zhang Sanfeng, and the entire Nine States.
"Hmm…I'm just an old man who's about to die. I'm flattered that so many of you have come for my hundred-year-old birthday.”
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly as they slandered him in their hearts.
How could a dying old man have the title of Martial Arts Legend?
Flattered?
If you had said it more calmly, they would have believed you.
"Alright, you've already seen me. Since there's nothing else, you should leave the mountain as soon as possible.”
Zhang Sanfeng couldn't be bothered to think about what everyone was thinking. Instead, he waved his horsetail whisk and began to chase them away with a calm expression.
"Uh…"
As expected, when Zhang Sanfeng said this, everyone was shocked and did not know how to say it.
"Amitabha…"
Abbot Xuan Ci put his palms together and softly chanted the name of Buddha. Then, he lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice,"Perfected Zhang, apart from congratulating Perfected Zhang on his birthday, I have another matter to verify.”
" Ten years ago, the entire Dragon Gate Escort was killed. Someone said that he saw the person who did it with his own eyes. It was Swordsman Zhang of Wudang. Du Dajin was originally a disciple of Shaolin. No matter what, I hope Perfected Zhang can give me an explanation."”
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Cichao took a step back and continued to look at the scene expressionlessly.
Then, another person walked out from the crowd.
It was a middle-aged woman dressed like a nun, holding a gorgeous longsword in her hand.
"Perfected Zhang, Junior Miejue also has something to ask Swordsman Zhang the Five. Back then, Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun and Dragon Slaying Saber disappeared with Swordsman Zhang the Five. Now that Swordsman Zhang the Five has returned, may I ask where Xie Xun and Dragon Slaying Saber are?”
"Our Kongtong Sect also wants to settle scores with Xie Xun. Xie Xun killed dozens of our Kongtong Sect members. Please tell us where Xie Xun is.”
"Yes! Tell me the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun, and I will never live under the same sky as him.”
"Swordsman Zhang Five, quickly tell us where Xie Xun is.”
“……”
As the experts of the sects and factions spoke one after another, more and more martial arts heroes began to ask about Xie Xun's whereabouts.
For a moment, the voices of people criticizing Xie Xun outside Wudang's True Martial Golden Hall almost broke through the sky.
However, among these people, how many of them really wanted revenge, and how many of them came for the Dragon Slaying Saber?
Zhang Sanfeng completely ignored these people's clamor. He just looked on expressionlessly, not prepared to speak at all.
"Everyone, please listen to me!"
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